Wednesday, May 8, 2013

It's no secret that two-year olds are awesome. Yes, there are fits, screaming, completely irrational arguments and irritating obsessions. But, they are also amazing creatures - tiny humans who pair bike helmets with pajamas and belts, who sit in bowls in the middle of the floor, who fall asleep at the dinner table.

Our two year old (and five year old) foster kids are now back with their mother, but there are stories galore. I'll be sharing a few of them here.

It was before work, and I was starting the scrambled eggs. K, our foster son, was eager to help. My egg cracking and stirring was quickly accompanied by the scrape of the chair across the kitchen floor. Soon, his tousled curly head was under my chin, asking to stir.

Enter distraction.

What’s this? Cupcakes, please don’t touch them.

Stirring the eggs, I notice that K is eyeing the box. Slowly, he reaches out and draws the box to him.

Hey buddy. What are you doing?Me just gonna look at them.Okay, remember I said no touching.Me know.

At this point, I know that I should probably take the cupcakes away, but I am sort of interested to see how this is going to play out. As if on cue, I hear the sound of the clamshell cracking open.

Now, what are you doing? Remember what I said?Yeah, me know. Me just gonna smell them.Really? This isn’t going to end well.

At this point, the eggs are demanding my attention. I turn back just in time to see a small tongue touching the cupcake.

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